Tycoon War God-Chapter 708: What is an Immortal?

In the secular world, the suppression on a cultivator like him in the Foundation Establishment Stage was immense. He had no choice but to seal his own power to barely remain here. Now that he had broken the second Seal, he could exert one percent of his peak strength. But afterward, he would be suppressed by the rules of this world. At best, he would suffer severe injuries; at worst, his foundation would be damaged and his Cultivation Level would regress.

Thus, he now harbored an intense hatred for Lin Mu, wishing he could devour his flesh raw.

"Lin Wudi, I hear that Cauldron is your wife? Don’t worry. After I kill you, I will take good care of her. I will make her experience such pleasure that she’ll wish for death, enjoying the carnal delights between a man and a woman to the fullest." The young man’s voice was dripping with venom.

"You deserve to die." Lin Mu’s voice was calm, yet a frigid, overwhelming killing intent surged from him.

"Hahaha! I’ve recovered one percent of my power, and you think you can kill me?" The young man threw his head back and laughed, full of arrogance. "Junior, do you know of the Immortal Path? Do you know of Qi Cultivation? Do you know of Foundation Establishment? You are nothing but a frog in a well, yet you dare..."

The young man’s arrogant words caught in his throat.

Because Lin Mu had released the aura of a Cultivator.

First Level of Qi Cultivation.

Second Level of Qi Cultivation.

His aura soared rapidly.

Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation.

Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation.

The young man’s face was a mask of shock. Even in the Celestial Northern Dipper Pavilion, those who could reach the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation were exceedingly rare, fewer than one in a hundred. Most cultivators reached their limit at the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation and were forced to begin their Foundation Establishment. Those who could reach the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation were called geniuses in the Ancient Land.

The young man, named Ao Guang, had begun his Foundation Establishment at the Ninth Level of Qi Cultivation, which could only be considered ordinary. Therefore, he cast his net wide, seeking Cauldrons in the secular world to improve his talent during the Foundation Establishment Realm and be acknowledged as a genius.

Now, a mere Martial Artist from the secular world was revealing a Cultivation Level of the Tenth Level of Qi Cultivation right before his eyes.

How could he not be shocked? How could he not be jealous?

"You..."

Just as Ao Guang began to speak, he saw that the aura of the man opposite him was changing again.

Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation!

The flames of jealousy burned so furiously they threatened to turn Ao Guang to ash.

A Proud Son of Heaven!

This secular martial artist had actually reached the Eleventh Level of Qi Cultivation, making him comparable to the Proud Sons of Heaven from the Ancient Land!

"Ah... I refuse to accept this!" Suddenly thinking of something, Ao Guang roared, "It was you! You’re the one who harvested the Cauldron I nurtured, aren’t you?! That has to be it! If you hadn’t plucked that Cauldron, there’s no way you could possess such talent!"

At this moment, the one Ao Guang hated most was no longer Lin Mu, but that waste Han Xiu, and that bitch Shangguan Shiming. If not for their incompetence, his Cauldron would never have escaped. That primordial virgin Yin should have been his!

No, it’s not too late. As long as I can obtain that Cauldron, I still have a chance to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Proud Sons of Heaven! I can do it...

Ao Guang’s eyes lit up, as if he could already see his own glorious future: harvesting the Cauldron, becoming a Proud Son of Heaven, and making a great name for himself in the Ancient Land.

"Ignorant!" Lin Mu sneered as his aura surged once more.

"T-Twelfth Level of Qi Cultivation... the extreme realm! The legendary extreme realm that guarantees advancement to the Golden Core stage!"

At this point, Ao Guang was far beyond jealousy. He wanted to swallow Lin Mu whole and seize his talent for himself.

"You must die."

Ao Guang, with his mediocre talent, harbored a deep-seated hatred for geniuses and Proud Sons of Heaven. And so, it seemed Lin Mu had just given him another reason to die.

"After advancing to the Twelfth Level of Qi Cultivation, you are the first person to make me use my full strength."

Ao Guang wanted to kill Lin Mu. Lin Mu was equally determined to kill Ao Guang, and he would not grant him a quick death. Lin Mu’s hatred would not be quenched without burning Ao Guang’s soul for centuries. For daring to use the Seven-Star Darkening Scatter on Luo Li, Ao Guang deserved to die a hundred times over!

"Saber!" Having recovered one percent of his Cultivation Level, Ao Guang no longer needed to rely on talismans and could directly wield a Magic Artifact.

Ao Guang hovered in the air, slashing down with his saber. The killing intent shook the heavens, like a punishment delivered by an immortal. The peaks of Changbai Mountain erupted as massive boulders were sent flying, only to shatter in midair. High above, the void itself seemed to crack. Clouds dissipated, and the morning sun dimmed.

Foundation Establishment! This was the terrifying power of a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. The might of the Magic Artifact was unstoppable, far surpassing even the divine artifact Zeus’ Scepter.

Under that immense power, the very spot where Lin Mu stood was annihilated, reduced to dust.

"Damned Mortal... you’re finally dead."

Ao Guang’s expression was savage. This exiled immortal of the extreme realm, born in the secular world, was finally dead. Yes, an exiled immortal. In the Ancient Land, those who could cultivate their Qi to the Twelfth Level were known as exiled immortals. Whenever an exiled immortal appeared in an Ancient Land Sect, that Sect would become incredibly prominent, dominating all others for an entire era. If the Ancient Land Sects were to learn of Lin Wudi’s status as an exiled immortal, countless powerful experts would be scrambling to accept him as a disciple.

And now, he had been effortlessly slain by Ao Guang himself. The feeling of obliterating an exiled immortal... it was exhilarating.

However, as the rubble settled and the dust cleared, Lin Mu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, completely unscathed. There wasn’t even a single wrinkle on his clothes.

Impossible! A flicker of terror crossed Ao Guang’s eyes.

He had never lived in the same era as an exiled immortal, so he had no idea just how powerful the legendary exiled immortals of the extreme realm truly were. But that had been one percent of a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s power. No matter how talented, an exiled immortal was still just a Qi Cultivation practitioner. How could he have survived an attack from a higher realm?

"It seems that aside from talismans, your Ancient Land has nothing else to impress me," Lin Mu said, a lazy smile touching his lips. "In that case, you can go and die."

BOOM!

A magnificent sun appeared behind him, surmounted by the Twelve-Fold Towers.

Unleashing his full strength for the first time, Lin Mu’s power was terrifying. The sheer pressure of his aura sent Ao Guang flying. Rocks shattered and the very air seemed to burn. Ao Guang was flung backward so fast that he broke the sound barrier. The oppressive force was staggering.

Ao Guang’s heart filled with despair. Only now did he truly understand the impossible gulf that separated an ordinary cultivator from an exiled immortal of the extreme realm.

"No! I refuse to accept this! I will defy the heavens and change my own fate!"

Ao Guang broke another Seal.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Without Lin Mu even having to act, Ao Guang’s body began to rupture, exploding inch by inch into a bloody mess. The full power of the Foundation Establishment Realm was beyond what this world could bear. The might of heaven and earth was vast and unforgiving.

Before he could even strike a blow, Ao Guang was already gravely injured by the backlash. Even if he were to win this battle, his foundation would be destroyed beyond repair. Recovery would be impossible, even with the Cauldron. But he no longer cared. He had only one thought left in his mind: kill Lin Wudi. Kill this exiled immortal of the extreme realm.

"DIE!" Ao Guang, now like a madman, roared ferociously as dense black energy erupted from his body. This black energy mingled with his fresh blood, transforming into a terrifying black dragon. Everywhere it passed, rocks were annihilated and trees turned to ash.

Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!

The black dragon roared—a five-clawed, twin-horned beast that soared through the clouds and rode the mists. Its massive maw opened wide, ready to devour Lin Mu whole.

The soldiers of the Divine Machine Camp were deeply shaken, their minds racing. Is this the power of the Ancient Land Sects? No wonder their representatives are so arrogant. This terrifying destructive power is already comparable to a strategic-level weapon. One man with the power of a nation... Cultivators are truly fearsome. The battle today made them realize the immense gap between themselves and the world’s truly top-tier combatants.

"Slash!"

Amidst the roars of the black dragon that filled the space between heaven and earth, a soft command pierced the void.

In the next moment, at Lin Mu’s command, everything—trees, shattered rocks, dead branches, fallen leaves, even the accumulated snow on the mountains—transformed into countless sharp swords. These swords converged, forming a gigantic blade that spanned the sky, peerlessly sharp.

A piercing cry of a sword rang out. Sword Qi swept across the heavens, and the world itself seemed to lose its color.

A blade of Sword Qi, hundreds of meters long, slashed toward the gigantic dragon formed from black energy.